Winged Devils

OK, I know this may sound cruel, but such is the effect of sleep deprivation.

Spring can be pretty wonderful. It's pretty, what with all the flowers and trees. It's comfortable, temperature-wise, and this particular Spring has been exceptionally nice; meaning that we've actually had a Spring. Usually, Spring shows up for two weeks, and is then immediately replaced with the hot, humid, miserable Summer demon.

But I am susceptible to the dark side of Spring. The loud, obnoxious, irritating winged devils (most people know them as birds) wake up in unison at 5 AM. The girl contends that I have selective super hearing, so of course, I awaken right with them because apparently their concept of morning exercise is to open their tiny little beaks and scream at one another with all the force their little, black hearts can muster.

So if you happen upon me one bright, sunny, beautiful day, and you see massive black hole where my eyes should be, and I am not my congenial self, then go kill a bird. If you feel exceptionally ambitious, feel free to continue your reign of terror on the winged ones.